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Standing high above the crawling wasted |
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World |
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Another day goes by and still we carry |
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On |
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Run another stretch of road that knows |
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No end |
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Watch the fires burn beneath the |
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Blackened sky |
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Standing high above the crawling wasted |
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World |
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Look close as cities fall |
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Stark white the bombs explode |
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And we carry on, and still the story |
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Goes |
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For there is no end, no shelter from |
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This age |
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Bright the running lights remind me of |
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My home |
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But blackened steel and bitter dust |
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Still call my heart |
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Shadowed hands tight beneath the |
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Blackened sky |
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Shadowed words hold true and |
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Nothing stands as strong before this |
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Storm |
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As life is so short and tomorrow might |
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Not come for us |
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I will not fall, no pain can hold, and |
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Still I have a smile |
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In a world decayed we walk against the |
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Fall |
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Watching as the past burns down, and |
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Future builds a future bold |
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I live to breathe, to feel As real |
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For death looks on an ever changing |
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World |